Chapter 332: The Tang family is so lively

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"Don't come near me, it's freezing!"

Tang Niannian pushed her away in disgust, her body was covered with cold air, and the heat in her bed was gone.

"Second sister, tell me, can you tell me if I can work at home tomorrow?"

Tang Jiujin still didn't give up the idea of ​​skipping school.

"Do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Tang Niannian rolled her eyes, why didn't she go to school? She was spanked by her grandma for skipping school before.

The wind and snow she has endured must be tasted twice as much by Jiu Jin!

Jiu Jin pursed his lips and stretched out his hand angrily. The snow in his palm had melted and his little hand was red with cold. The little girl quickly put her hand into the quilt and inserted it through Tang Niannian's collar.

Tang Niannian was so cold that his soul was out of body and his sleepiness was completely gone.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiujin laughed triumphantly after succeeding, climbed out of bed nimbly, and ran out on his short legs, but his collar was still grabbed.

Tang Niannian didn't even put on any clothes, so she jumped out of bed and grabbed the bad girl. She could have stayed there for another three minutes, but this bad girl ruined it.

After three slaps on Jiujin's buttocks, Tang Niannian's anger barely subsided.

"Go get me some clothes!"

Tang Niannian lightly kicked the little girl's butt. There were no clothes on the bed, so they must have been dried in the stove by Mrs. Tang.

"oh!"

Jiujin patted his butt with a smile, ran out and got some clothes, and also carried a chimney in his hand. Inside was red-hot charcoal, covered with a light layer of ash.

Chimney and Yubazi

The chimney is a special fire-baking tool in Tangcun in winter. When cooking, put red-hot charcoal into the chimney, add some new charcoal, and cover it with a layer of ashes. If the fire is small, add some more charcoal. Bake for a day.

Tang Niannian got dressed and took out Mrs. Tang from the quilt. It was made of copper. It was said to be the dowry of Mrs. Tang back then. She was older than Tang Manjindu.

Although it is old, it is very practical. Fill it with hot water before going to bed, put it on a cloth cover, and put it under the quilt to keep you warm all night. It is better than a hot water bottle.

The water in the soup pot was still warm, so Tang Niannian poured some into the basin and added some hot water to wash her face.

Tang Manjin and the others had all washed up and went to work each other. Only Tang Mantong was sitting with a chimney, yawning from time to time.

"The snow is really heavy. Next year's harvest will definitely be good!"

Mrs. Tang looked at the heavy snowflakes floating in the sky and sighed.

"Milk, I want to eat vegetable dumplings."

After washing, Tang Niannian grabbed Tang Mantong's chimney and suddenly became craving for glutinous rice balls.

She doesn't like glutinous rice balls, but she can eat glutinous rice balls.

In the dialect of Tangcun people, glutinous rice balls are glutinous rice balls and glutinous rice balls are glutinous rice balls, which are two different things.

The glutinous rice balls are glutinous rice glutinous rice balls with ground black sesame sold in supermarkets. They are glutinous and stuffed. Tang Niannian doesn't like to eat them, but the kind of glutinous rice balls she likes to eat are handmade by Mrs. Tang.

Mix 30% glutinous rice flour and 70% rice flour with hot water to form a dough, and then roll it into finger-sized balls. There is no filling, and the texture is not glutinous, but a little chewy.

This kind of glutinous rice balls can be cooked directly with fermented rice wine and added with sugar. It is a very delicious dessert, but Tang Niannian doesn't like to eat it this way.

She likes to eat vegetable dumplings, and it would taste even better if she added some bacon.

Vegetable and bacon dumplings

"We'll do it when we get back from the mountain!"

Mrs. Tang didn't argue with Chai Cao this time. During this period, everyone in her family except Tang Manjin received a salary. She was already a wealthy family in Tang Village, and she was no longer as fussy about food as before.

The most important thing is that there are two more pregnant women in the family, and meat can be seen in the Tang family's food almost every day.

"Milk, I also want to eat taro wontons!"

Tang Niannian wanted to eat taro wontons, and her mouth was drooling. She hadn't eaten them for a long time.

Raw Taro Wontons

Cooked and glutinous, delicious

"Pack it when you're free."

Mrs. Tang showed rare gentleness and agreed.

"Milk, I still want to eat..."

Tang Niannian went too far, and wanted the old lady to stew the pork chops, but she hadn't eaten them for a long time. However, before she could say anything about the pork chops, the old lady slapped her back.

Mrs. Tang had a sullen face and slapped her hard, feeling finally relieved.

"Do you want to eat chai cake?"

The classic saying was finally cursed out, and now the whole family felt comfortable. Tang Mantong even shook Erlang's legs in gloating. He just said, how could his mother be a gentle person?

Nian Yatou is just dancing on the tigress' head, looking for shit!

Tang Niannian sat next to Tang Mantong angrily and snatched the chimney from his hand.

"I just baked it, you make another one!"

Tang Mantong snatched it back. He was cold.

"Uncle, you are so afraid of the cold at such a young age, and your yang energy is too weak, what can you do?"

Tang Niannian snatched it back and stabbed it.

"Your uncle and I are very energetic, don't try to excite me!"

Tang Mantong was not fooled and reached out to grab it, but Tang Niannian refused. The uncle and nephew were sitting on the stools, and they were fighting each other. They made a big fuss. The two bamboo chairs, which were both older and older, made a creaking and sighing sound. It's in danger.

"Squeak...bang..."

Finally, a chair that was as old as Mrs. Tang could not withstand the abuse of these two people and retired.

Tang Mantong was sitting on the chair, and it fell to the ground. The chair also fell apart, and the chimney fell. Red-hot charcoal splashed on the floor, and a few pieces of it splashed on Mrs. Tang who had just entered the house. On the pants.

But the old lady was wearing newly made corduroy pants today, and the charcoal splash caused several holes.

Tang Mantong, who was still sitting on the ground, knew at first glance that something was wrong. He was so frightened that he tried to get up and run away.

"You are in your late twenties and you are still making trouble with children. When will you understand something? Others are about the same age as you and their children are about to go to school. Look at what you do every day. Apart from eating and farting and causing trouble, What else can you do?”

The furious Mrs. Tang grabbed her youngest son's hair and beat him while scolding him.

Seeing the broken chair on the ground, Mrs. Tang became even more angry. She slapped Tang Mantong hard several times and cursed: "Your grandpa made this chair. You prodigal, fix this chair for me." , If you can’t fix it, stop eating!”

"I know, Mom, please be gentle!"

Tang Mantong begged for mercy repeatedly, but his mother's hand became stronger and stronger, hitting him so hard that his bones hurt.

"Go fix my chair!"

Mrs. Tang roared through gritted teeth, glared angrily at Tang Niannian who was pretending to be a quail next to her, and went back to the room to change her pants with a dark face.

The new pants she made last month have only been wet three times. She didn't even show off enough, but these two prodigal things were torn. Oh... she was so angry!

Mrs. Tang cursed and returned to the house, and the whole family breathed a sigh of relief. They were all scared to death just now, for fear of being implicated.

"Old San, it's true that you are in your twenties, but you still act like a teenager, and you are not stable at all. Hurry up and repair the chair!"

Tang Manyin did not dare to teach his niece a lesson, so he could only get angry at his younger brother.

"If you say a few words less, you think Mom isn't troubled enough?"

Xuan Zhenzhu glared at her husband and went to put breakfast in the pot.

Tang Manyin smiled and didn't dare to reply. His wife was pregnant now, so he didn't even dare to say harsh words.